General Chat

My Dad did the same with his railway passes.
We used to go to stay at Dartmouth.
Loved going on the train from Paddington to kingswear,steam train in those days.
Then over the Dartmouth ferry.Spent the days mostly at Paignton beach

We used to go to Margate, I am sure the place was called the Bryn Marie or something and used to have a pass into Dreamland, I ... I've heard its since gone .....there used to be a house not far from the beach with a christmas tree and lights in the window all year round - I was told as a small child Santa Lived there ....anyone know if its still there?

The first and only seaside holiday I had as a child was when I was ten, the last year of WW11. My Dad drew out his National Savings Certificates and took Mum, my younger brother and I together with a friend of theirs whose husband was in the Army, to Southport for a week full board in a guest house

Unfortunately the sea was always way out but

we did play on the sand and I remember going to an open-air swimming baths and coming down the slide where Dad was supposed to catch me at the bottom, but missed and I went under, was frightened of deep water for a long time after. Dad bought Mum Friend and myself a marcasite cross with a chain which I still have. 66 yeard later, wouldn't part with it. for the moon.
Years later when I had my children we nearly always went to North Wales, mainly because we had a static caravan there at Point of Ayr.



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Hi Maddiecow,

I grew up near Margate but haven't lived there for many years. There used to be a pub in the old part of town which had Christmas decs up all year round - not sure if that's what you can remember. I think it had changed ownership last time I was there a few years back.

Back in the 70's I used to go to the beach nearly every day in the summer hols with my cousin, as his parents owned a guest house about one minute away. Every day was an adventure, digging holes, making sandcastles, paddling in the sea. I didn't go in the sea much as it used to irritate my legs, they would come up in itchy blister type sores! Never did find out what that was, luckily I don't suffer from that any more.

After our day on the beach we were lucky just to have a short walk back to the house and a nice bath & tea. I remember one day we'd been burying each other in the sand and my hair was absolutely caked in it and it wouldn't wash out. My mum had to chop lumps of it out - the next day we had our official school photo. I was 5 years old and even now I cringe to look at my jagged mop in this photo!